The rumbles of one civilization becomes the edifice of another . The failure of one man , makes way for thousands to succeed . No life is worthless , No death is inconsequential . Everything has a meaning . Longing for rain , we should not ignore the pleasures of dew.
Not a word has been spoken
about the day,
And the whispers being hushed,
thoughts kept at bay.
Zenith of fear has crowded
our hearts
If we lose it, how will we
cope?
Fast we are moving towards
our death
End is in sight, where all
will rest.
Rest will our dreams, we
lost the gods test.
Rest will our hopes,
bidding a farewell
Earning the right, to shed the tears,
Years of struggle, bore a
rotten fruit
Hearts are heavy, throats
are blocked
Als we failed again, but
hope from the ashes
Now will rise a sphinx of
revolution.
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